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reminded himself. However, this didn’t stop said beast from grinding its erect dick into her pussy, held firmly in place by his grip on her ass cheeks.
    Jaden reached behind and detached his claws. “Didn’t you say something about a reservation? We’d better get this show on the road!”
    They rode the elevator to the lobby, and as they stepped out into the LA night, Ivan flagged a cab waiting close by. “Nine oh three North La Cienega Boulevard, please.”
    “Okay, you got it,” the driver responded, giving them a look through the rearview mirror.
    “Can you at least give me a clue?” Jaden asked.
    “Absolutely not,” Ivan replied. “Just relax.”
    Appearing to give in, she sank back in the seat. Ivan stroked her thigh, sneaking an occasional pinky under her dress and watching as LA passed by in a blur.
    As the cab came to a stop less than a mile down the road in West Hollywood, Ivan appraised the crowd packing the restaurant’s door. Lines were something they were no longer accustomed to standing in. “Thanks, boss,” he called as he tossed the driver the fare.
    Not wanting his girl, or his ego, to wait a second in the line, Ivan strolled to the front of the crowd to find a petite hostess with fire in her eyes and what seemed to be more piss than vinegar flowing through her veins.
    “Hello, darling,” he said in a playful way. “Reservations for two at eight-thirty. Rusilko.”
    “Yes, I see, but it’s eight-forty-five now. Sorry. There will be a forty-five-minute wait.”
    Leaning a bit closer to the blonde blocking their entrance to fine dining and good vibrations, Ivan smiled his most charming smile. “You sure you don’t want to check your clock again?”
    Glancing back from some Hollywood friend of a friend who was bargaining and dropping likely fictionalized names, she gave him a withering look. “It’s eight-forty-five. Sorry.”
    Ivan could feel the heat rising within him, but then he felt Jaden’s hand on his arm. She slithered into the intense stare-down he’d started with the hostess.
    “Baby, I really didn’t want to eat here anyway. If their food is anything like their customer service…” She trailed off meaningfully. “Let me take you some place real, not manufactured.”
    He tilted his head to look in amazement at the woman who could melt his cares away and soothe his ego with a single word. “You’re the boss.” Without another thought, they made their way back to the plethora of yellow and black taxis waiting like bumblebees at the road side.
    Dismissing his plans for a night of raw fish, saki-driven conversation, and an extremely long tab, he let his love lead the way as only she could. She slid into the car and spoke softly to the cab driver.
    He seemed rather confused, but nonetheless pleased to be asked anything by a beautiful woman—particularly in such a secretive way. “ Yes , ma’am!”
    As they drove, Ivan noticed an increase in tourists—and the establishments they frequent. They were now surrounded by fast food restaurants, cheesy souvenir shops, and… “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
    Jaden began to laugh as they turned up the drive. Greeting them were glaring images of pirates, artificial waterfalls, and what seemed like hundreds of families playing miniature golf on a putt-putt course that must’ve cost a small fortune to construct.
    He turned to find her grinning ear to ear. She might think this was funny, but he was going to have the last laugh. “Baby, I hope you know I’m a semi-pro mini golfer, and I have no intentions of letting you win. You’re about to meet my competitive side.”
    “Is that so?” She raised her eyebrows. “And I’ll have you know I won’t go down without a fight.”
    “Twenty-five dollars,” the cab driver shouted over the mounting competition in the backseat.
    Ivan pulled money from his wallet and handed it to the cabbie. Once they’d exited, he noted a sly smile on Jaden’s face.
    “Here’s the